For the best
It's for the best
Of interest
That we lay this shit to rest
That we cover it in dirt
And that we leave it to the pests
I declare to you in prose
That i want you want you to decompose
I hope that every table corner
Smashes straight into your toes
I believe you succeed at being a shitty being
You're the biggest fucking bitch
I've ever fucking seen
So to conclude not to be rude
But you're putting me in the mood
To splat my fucking brains
Out the corners of this room
Goodbye to your lies
To the bags under my eyes
To the bitch whose tiny heart
Seems to be made of cold ice
Sayonara to the coward
That you would chat with for hours
Hope our father up above
Serves you a bowl of fuck you salad
Adieu to your crew
Who could never follow through
With any line of though
That didn't involve shoes
Adishatz to the brat
Who never cut me some slack
Whose constant fucking whining
Got me praying for a heart attack
It's for the best
Of interest
That we lay this shit to rest
That we cover it in dirt
And that we leave it to the pests
I declare to you in prose
That i want you want you to decompose
I hope that every table corner
Smashes straight into your toes
I believe you succeed at being a shitty being
You're the biggest fucking bitch
I've ever fucking seen
So to conclude not to be rude
But you're putting me in the mood
To splat my fucking brains
Out the corners of this room
Ah- Tchuss to the fuss
To the never good enough
Say hello to the mellow
And i just don't give a fuck
Adios to your claws
Gripping tightly round my throat
I would give you a great punchline
But you're already a joke
Alvida to your crap
To your goodie two shoes act
I could never find a good side
Even if i had a map
Cause i'm through all your bullshit
All your lying and excuses
Told the doctor about your bitch syndrome
He said he couldn't cure it
It's for the best
Of interest
That we lay this shit to rest
That we cover it in dirt
And that we leave it to the pests
I declare to you in prose
That i want you want you to decompose
I hope that every table corner
Smashes straight into your toes
I believe you succeed at being a shitty being
You're the biggest fucking bitch
I've ever fucking seen
So to conclude not to be rude
But you're putting me in the mood
To splat my fucking brains
Out the corners of this room
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Bitch!
Of interest
That we lay this shit to rest
That we cover it in dirt
And that we leave it to the pests
I declare to you in prose
That i want you want you to decompose
I hope that every table corner
Smashes straight into your toes
I believe you succeed at being a shitty being
You're the biggest fucking bitch
I've ever fucking seen
So to conclude not to be rude
But you're putting me in the mood
To splat my fucking brains
Out the corners of this room
Goodbye to your lies
To the bags under my eyes
To the bitch whose tiny heart
Seems to be made of cold ice
Sayonara to the coward
That you would chat with for hours
Hope our father up above
Serves you a bowl of fuck you salad
Adieu to your crew
Who could never follow through
With any line of though
That didn't involve shoes
Adishatz to the brat
Who never cut me some slack
Whose constant fucking whining
Got me praying for a heart attack
It's for the best
Of interest
That we lay this shit to rest
That we cover it in dirt
And that we leave it to the pests
I declare to you in prose
That i want you want you to decompose
I hope that every table corner
Smashes straight into your toes
I believe you succeed at being a shitty being
You're the biggest fucking bitch
I've ever fucking seen
So to conclude not to be rude
But you're putting me in the mood
To splat my fucking brains
Out the corners of this room
Ah- Tchuss to the fuss
To the never good enough
Say hello to the mellow
And i just don't give a fuck
Adios to your claws
Gripping tightly round my throat
I would give you a great punchline
But you're already a joke
Alvida to your crap
To your goodie two shoes act
I could never find a good side
Even if i had a map
Cause i'm through all your bullshit
All your lying and excuses
Told the doctor about your bitch syndrome
He said he couldn't cure it
It's for the best
Of interest
That we lay this shit to rest
That we cover it in dirt
And that we leave it to the pests
I declare to you in prose
That i want you want you to decompose
I hope that every table corner
Smashes straight into your toes
I believe you succeed at being a shitty being
You're the biggest fucking bitch
I've ever fucking seen
So to conclude not to be rude
But you're putting me in the mood
To splat my fucking brains
Out the corners of this room
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Bitch!
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Writer(s): Hugo Dufour
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